Had some family problems and bad sleep lately. 30-11-2015 I was walking straight a forest road, but then I found a tractor and used it to drive further. On the road I met my younger sister, and my class later on. They were laughing from two girls, and then another girl tried to hit me with a tractor. We argued for a while, which resulted in her crying and running away. 01-12-2015 Recalled only brief moments, but I can't describe anything. 02-12-2015 First fragment: I was inside a train, sitting in my section. I took out a coverlet out of my bag, and tried to sleep. Second fragment: It was in my old school, inside an IT room. I tried to gain access to a PC, so I could finish one project, but everyone tried to stop me. One of them said "I have my own project to finish! You're an idiot, even I passed that exam!" and everyone laughed.
Dream - Fried chicken I'm in a mall food court in line for a McDonalds/KFC with my friends Matt, Sam and Daniel. I can't spend too much money here, so I go to order my food and decide on some assortment of fried chicken bits. I have the food in front of me and it's arranged so as to allow the optimal amount of chicken in the box. I twirl some of it around and I'm impressed . The lady I got the food from at the checkout was a fat samoan who I started singing with. It was some sort of joke between us, we're singing a song we made up called 'What are you'. It was about the kid in front of me in the line who we couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. "What are youuuu" she sings in a high voice, and I sing back in a high voice too. The family of the kid looks at us confused . I've now got an all you can eat buffet, I was supposed to save my money >_<. I think to myself that I should just share with my friends. "What are yoouuuuouuuuu" we sing again... My friends got some healthier looking food from the food place next to the one I was at, this confuses me as I thought they were getting fried chicken too. I walk on over to them and sing "What are youuu" in a high pitch voice again, I really can't hit the notes as my voice just can't go that high. Why am I singing in public? Usually I would never sing in public. I reach my friends and sit with them, they have a big boal in front of them which I think looks like chicken caesar salad. It has a bottom layer of rice with lettuce and chicken on top. They offer me some and I pick up a piece of chicken, "dude don't just go eating all the chicken, there isn't much" I understand this because it's late at night and the shops are closing up, they don't have much chicken left. Dream experience: 3 (a fun time singing) Dream awareness: 1 (not aware enough to be lucid)
This dream contains blood. You been warned. Honestly, I don't know if this kind of dream is excepted here. 2015/12/1 This is the first dream I was able to remember, it is rather bizarre so it will come with a warning; for anyone reading this contains blood and self-mutilation. The scene is my home, mainly my bedroom and the kitchen. I was just walking by, doing whatever I was doing, an interesting music was playing from somewhere, it didn't had any lyrics just instrumental. I did not recognized the music but it was soothing. I was talking with my family members while doing my thing but suddenly I felt the need to look at my teeth so I did. There was a mirror in my bedroom, some place where I would never put it if I wouldn't be dreaming. When I open my mouth - and here comes the gory part - I see blood leak from my gums and the first thought I have is that there's something wrong with my teeth. It didn't scare me, though I know it should have but I started to pick at it. Some of them where moving, like when you first start to lose your baby teeth. So I start to pick them out just like I did when I was younger. This recalled a memory, when I was small and I lost my baby teeth I picked them out one by one forcefully or slowly. I repeat this in my dream fully knowing that these won't grow back. The majority of my teeth come out fairly easy, counting in that I yanked them out with scaring careless movement and in the dream I could feel the pain and burning feeling as my tooth left my gums one after another. As I was doing this I walk around the house working, doing thing that I would usually do and none of my family members realized what am I doing even though I was doing it in front of them and while I removed my teeth we started to talk about everyday life and what not - I don't really remember. After that the dream doesn't end. I go on picking my teeth carrying them in my palm and counting them. The dream just fades away and I wake us slowly. I don't know where to post this. I think nightmare category would be good, just for a heads up for the viewers, but for me this wasn't that big of a deal dream wise.
Updated 08-26-2016 at 02:42 PM by 88987
Morning of December 2, 2015. Wednesday. This dream is about as illogical and distorted as they come relating to perspective and focus, though there are a few vivid parts (such as when I read the writing on our ceiling - and for some reason, ceiling writing has only appeared in dreams over the last year or so). The location is unknown. It may be a distorted version of our first apartment on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield. The rooms are all in a line with at least two doors opening to a public hall. Over time, there is a focus on UFO events. This makes no sense, as I am only ever inside our apartment looking at our wall (on the other side of the public hall’s wall only) and ceiling. Still, it is somehow as if I am seeing into the “real” sky at times (though not at all consistent in perspective and awareness). An egg-shaped light moves on our ceiling and down our wall and at one point, seems to direct a ray into a “military building”. This “military building” (to my left - on the other end of our apartment) turns out to be our television. I go over to it and see a young male (who reminds me of classmate Steve J when he was a teenager). He seems to be in a radio station and there are no other people visible. The ceiling at his location seems to have been damaged and he ducks a couple times as if the ceiling is unstable or shaking, but the scene is not very dramatic. Oddly, I am able to talk to him as if he can see me directly through the television screen. I ask him if he saw the ray of light come down and hit his building but he says “no”. Still, static and distorted horizontal bars appear on the picture after a time and I am wondering what is going on. (As far as I recall, this is the first time I have dreamt of talking with someone in a television broadcast. I do question the logic of him being able to directly see me with no evidence of a camera anywhere on my side - as again, he seems to look directly at me from the screen - but I do not become lucid. We talk for awhile but my dream shifts slightly). I am then in a conversation with two people that remind me only a little of my sister Carol and her second husband Mel (and there seem to be aspects of other people’s faces integrated, though I cannot be sure who they are). I explain to them how I watch the sky at certain times very late at night or very early in the morning prior to sunrise and always see mysterious lights (lifelong dream focus) - some of which seem natural and some of which seem based on unknown technology. Yet again, this seems “true to reality” as happening all the time, but in reality, such events only happened twice (once in Florida with a slowly moving egg-shaped pale light and once in Wisconsin where it looked the same but was immediately followed by an “explosion” of the aurora borealis). Eventually, I notice a large lump in our bed, implied head (under the quilt) nearest the wall (our bed lengthways out from the wall near our kitchen door when assuming our Gellibrand Street apartment). I become wary and uncertain how this seeming stranger got into our home and wonder if he is dangerous and I also notice our kitchen door to the public hall is open. I go and get my barbel and hit him hard on the shoulder from the side of the bed though not hard enough to badly injure him. He moves out from under the blanket a bit (without getting up) and it turns out to be my brother-in-law Robert S. This is a surprise but I apologize and ask him if I hurt him that badly and he says “no”, though seeming quite groggy. When farther back from our open kitchen door, I see writing on our ceiling directly above our bed, in three rows of hand-printed felt-tip marker ink. I read it closely and it says “First faking by Bob. It ain’t here.” Looking back a couple times later, it shows the same text as before (which is atypical as writing often changes when looking back). Apparently, Robert (Bob) had somehow caused all the UFO events due to being annoyed with people believing in such things - but this is not certain because when I ask him if he wrote the message on our ceiling, he says “yes” but later says that he did not do it. From here, the couple that vaguely reminds me of my sister Carol and her second husband approach me. The male asks me what I want to eat, showing me a large serving tray (what is it with serving trays in dreams lately?) which reminds me somewhat of the layout of a cheap and virtually inedible TV dinner (though about twice the size). I am not hungry and not keen on eating right now and this realization, along with a slight frustration on knowing how to say “no” to the other male, shakes me out of my dream.
I had a few fragmented dreams about mushroom hunting. the star of the show was a very golden one
A dream I can't really recall. But I remember there being a rollercoaster in this big field that ran through someone's house. The sky was practically night, treeless, if that's a word. There was also bleachers, and this boy who eventually beat up his bully. It soon switched to my house, and my whole family was there. My uncle and others were congratulating me on how good I was with women. I realized im in my parents room which was as huge as a auditorium. I soon see Shawn and we start chilling. It then switches to a brutal fight between what looks like Trevor, and some women in a black taintop, white daisy dukes, and white shoes. Gotta meditate, Recall has been terrible due to stress.
Insomnia kicked my ass over the last couple of days. Didn't get any sleep beside a couple of catnaps, so went I finally colapsed this morning I felt face down into a very mundane dream. I'm going to a seminar with somes friends. We get in a gigantic amphitheater, big as a concert room, and with the same kind of light. The bench are narrow and inconfortable, as are the table. I get caught in the crowd and my friends get in first and sit at the back, next to the door. By the time I manage to get in, the place on the bench they kept for me is occupied. I roll my eyes, feeling annoyed, and go sit elswhere. I find myself seated next to a older gentleman with gray hair and a very mobile face, and we start talking about a videogame, and its use of physics. It's a videogame in which the player controls a boy the size of a mice, using leaf and insects as mean of transportation through his garden. It's very cute and cell-shaded, but the man talking with me complain that the controls are very slippery and unforgiving.
Woke up at night, wrote down some dreams, decided to try to WILD, laid on my back and relaxed my body. after some time noticed i am to awake for a dive so i switched to do some SSILD cycles. changed my position to the side and imagined to climb up some stairs up and down and up and so on. Dream started: still in my bed and try to fall asleep. its 10:40 am and i feel awake and should start my day. have a little bad mood because i wanted to LD this night and it didnt work... someone enters the room and i talk to him about it. a lot of vivid NLD scenes... then i enter a room. a lot of people are around. i throw something behind my back over my shoulder into my other hand. [i practiced this some month ago in waking, then did it shortly in one lucid and dreamed about in maybe two other NLD´s] i notice "hey you did this in your dreams.... wait this is a dream" Nosepinch to confirm it. i instantly remember all my tasks for this lucid. i want to do basic II advanced I and bonus. how convenient that i am in a room with some people. i turn to the next guy and start pointing with my finger on him and laugh like crazy. while i do this i look at him and get a short doubt if i should have picked someone else because he looks like someone who dont like to be laughed at and punch you in the face for that. i ignore this thought and laugh even harder. he gets a little angry and tries to slap away my hand but i react too fast and pull it back before he hits me. he seems offended and goes away. i am in really good mood so i pick a chair and say "people hey some attention please" step on the chair and do a frontflip down on the ground. i (too) strongly feel the rotation and think that i had luck it didnt destabilized my dream or did it stabilize it...? some people are laughing some start to talk again. "Hey psht PSHT do you hear this? i think my phone is ringing" i dont feel or hear anything but i look around and suddenly see atleast 3 phones that lie around or are held by people whose display turn on like they where ringing. i just expect that my phone in my pocket will ring to. i put my hand in my pocket, search a little and get it out. its not ringing or vibrating but i see the display is on and in a mix of English and German there is written incoming call. my display looks strange so i have some trouble to take the call. the symbol disappears. [i remember Sensei´s thread which says: dont focus to much on hitting some buttons when you want to write a text but concentrate on the text and let your "fingers" do it on their own.] with this in mind i just put the damn phone to my ear and expect that i picked the call and talk to someone. at the beginning its an automatic machine-voice but after some seconds i hear a guy talking. i seem to talk to "Stratos" a troubleshoot hotline for phone and internet? (maybe because i had some trouble with the phone some seconds earlier?^^) He asks me to start to tell him who i really am. I tell him "Your mama can tell you some authentic data" and i hang up . i go out on the terrace and look around. my vision blurs a little and i dont remember why. maybe i put of my glasses or something? i dont care and continue i try to move a flowerpot with TK and it wont work. i get a little confused if i might not be dream? i do another nosepinch and breath long and deeply in and out. my awareness raises again and i see through the window the guys. i see some flowers and approach them. they are not that big but have really really bright colors. i smell them and some are smelling and some are not. when i look from up close they look exotic. i i really enjoy to take my time to look at them in detail. it feels good. i remember that i want to blow up the earth. i didnt decided yet if i want to fly into the outer space or try to teleport there. i think about lying down and "fall asleep" for teleportation. i look for the right place (damnit that i always need to find "the perfect spot" for everything...) i go down some stairs and see a couple entangled in eachother. i move my hands in a gesture to split them apart. they hold on to each other but one can see that a force is pulling on them. i think about to pick the guy up and throw him out of the picture but i decide i dont want to be mean and let them be together so i stop. i look down the path i am going and see that it is a long winding path. i ask them if its crowded there at the end and she tells me it depends... i start flying and fly with high speed down the winded path. i am so fast i miss the mark. i stop and paddle back a little. the path changed into some red and blue waterslide. i find it cool and fly with high speed back to the middle of it and sit inside. i start slideing but for some reason i start thinking about my waking body and have a FA where i write down my dream. i see on the paper that i already wrote down that i woke up at 10:40. i look at the watch and change the time to something around 7/8 and start writing. i rip out some paper to write on and notice that i rip out more then i wanted to. i wake up for good and see that i didnt write anything down, neither any time or the dream. so i remembered my FA in my FA xD
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I was waiting for a train. I had to cross the tracks to get to the right side and buy tickets. The tracks are just on the ground. There's no fence whatsoever. I rode the train. We passed by a "Katipunan" area. It's a gated community. We're supposed to go through it but the wooden gates (made of tree trunks) did not open. We had to go around. It's a challenge because we had to put the tracks while we're moving forward. We also had to put them on large(?) wine glasses. Someone (the driver) pointed out that I was brave to be the first/volunteer. I was like, "Eh?" Then I went to the front anyway. === Notes: - I let my mind wander while I try to be "centered" when I went to sleep. - It took a while before I fell asleep.
+ (f) someone has sharpened the long kitchen knife. The cutting edge is now shiny and looks nicely sharp. + (f) and old-time bicycle is all I need + We're taking off in a helicopter. The pilot is Br (HR director from company "B"). We take off and bank and we're commuting to work now. I think this is really convenient. We arrive at the building in seconds, and start circling the building over the parking lot which extends all around the building. Our company's area is empty of cars, other areas are full of cars. It's still early in the morning. We're approaching (and have landed?) in the loading dock, the loading guys are already at work, they start early. They show us were to park the helicopter. + with a partner (wife?) I am very cautiously stalking through the dark streets, on high alert to any sort of trouble. We encounter a stand in front of an arch/door way leading into a courtyard. On this stand is a gun that we need. Another group of two gunmen approach and we retreat into the courtyard, weapons pointed at the new people. They're also detaching a gun from the gun stand. They need to check a shotgun shell, but they haven't turned on (some circuit) and want us to test it. I'm suspicious of a trap. I say "So, you want us just to see if this shell fires?". He nods yes. I keep my gun leveled on him at all times and have my partner shoot it straight up into the air. "Satisfied?" I ask? He says "yes" and they start to move on. Then we come back out to the stand and start to undo our new gun from it. The guy comes back and says "oh, so you're taking a new gun?" I now am holding both my gun and my partner's (both large long rifle types or shotguns) and keep both my hands on both triggers and pointed at this guy. The gun looks like a small orange stuffed toy. The guy says "Oh, that's a Beamer!" I'm holding the Beamer (a laser gun/tool) and am looking for the trigger and the point where the beam shoots out. I turn on the Beamer. A red laser beam shoots out, and I run it all along the surrounding hillsides in a circle. I understand that the Beamer is a laser distance measuring tool, you sweep it in an arc around your and it records a map of your surrounding areas. I also think it can burn things, so I focus the beam on a hillside until some smoke starts appearing. It's not a very strong burning beam so you have to focus it in one place for a while before it will burn. Then I decide to focus the beam through the window of a rich looking house up on on the hill. I notice that something on the wall across from the window starts smoking. Now I feel bad I may burn down this house so I ask for a phone to quickly call the fire department. Scene switches to inside the house that I light on fire. I (?) am calling, and the guy answers on the phone. It's Billy Crystal (or I am Billy Crystal?) the celebrity. The house is a mess, toys and things are spread all over the floor and broken, like a bit commotion broke out. Then the house owner is Vladimir Putin. The story goes that he liked this (apartment?) so much that he bought a second. But at this complex the security guards don't communicate well and so when Putin moved from one apartment to another, he had to remember to take his wallet with him so that he doesn't get locked out (WTF!?).
Japan I'm in Japan, visiting my Indonesian classmates from last year. We're somewhere outside and it's already quite dark. I recall Tina being there, who for some reason is in a wheelchair. I also remember Re. Next to her is Kristen. Re, talking in English, invites me to join them somewhere, though I don't recall for what or where. I tell her that I can probably join, but in which city will it be? My classmates all live in different cities. Re doesn't really understand the question, even after repeating it. I explain the question to Kristen instead, hoping that she can explain it to Re in a way that she will understand. Nor is present now as well. Apparently she and Kristen don't get along anymore. They swear at each other a bit. Inside I'm cheerful about this. Those two together annoyed the hell out of me. Heated bikes I'm at a party/gathering, I believe with my family. One of my best friends is present as well. He says it's about time for him to go. I look at a regular looking analogue clock on the wall. It's around half past something. I've made up my mind to leave around a quarter to.. whatever time it is. 15ish minutes later. I tell my friend that I'll also leave soon. He leaves straight away. I see him out. I think it's peculiar/rude that he doesn't bother saying bye to the others. The place we're standing in is quite odd. It's a open space with bicycles stalled on the left side. I suppose I'm alone already, cause I check the bikes. *sigh* My little brother has left the heating open on some bikes. I turn the knobs to turn it off. I take a look at my mountainbike. There's some ducktape applied on the frame near the front wheel. No way. Did he fuck it up? And I bet he'll deny everything. Fragments » I don't recall where I am. I recall getting my red hoodie and examining it before putting it on. I end up doing the same thing you do when you're using a USB: 3rd time's a charm. After the first time turning my hoodie around I think it's odd that I'm still wearing it the wrong way. I just checked to make sure of it. Come on. » I think there was a scene which involved my mom, though I can't recall what. Fashion There's a kind of mini fashion show going on. There's only one guy who shows 1 outfit. It's more of a funny play than a fashion show. I was involved with the idea of the content of the 'play'. The guy puts on a sweater/hoodie, walks around a bit, then places himself in front of a mannequin and pretends that this mannequin is violating him. Then he walks back into the dressing room and takes the hoodie off. He comes out and announces to the people present [despite me not seeing a single other person, I know they are all colleagues] that there are more clothes up on my highrise bed which they can take with them for free. By the time I go up on my highrise all the clothes are gone already. Damnit. Hey! They also took one of my shirts, which happened to lay around here. I think about it for a moment and then decide that they've taken the blue shirt of Kareem Abdul Jabbar. The thinking process in my mind is a bit odd, though I don't realise that. I climb back down and think about how I'll announce to the others that I'm missing some clothing. The others are already gone though. STD wings There's a girl sleeping in a tent. I think she's sick and trying to recover. She has gotten wings, angel-like wings. I think a potion that I made had something to do with it. I'm standing/walking in front of the tent. It's daytime. The wings can be transferred through biting someone. I consider having her bite me, but I dismiss that thought as I might also get a STD that way. Talking about STDs, I should have myself checked out. A few metres away from me are some people chilling on the grass I believe. I think the cat from Digimon which can turn into an angel is also lounging there.
Set an intention to remember my dreams last night as my recall has been dreadful, and remembered loads this morning, already forgotten quite a bit though. I woke in the early hours after a dream, all I remember was 'The Beatles' so obviously dreamt about the Beatles. plenty more dreams after that: 1) Driving down a country lane and saw a farm, saw writing on the walls and realised it was actually a farm converted into a shop, saw inside as I drove past and it was selling electronic goods. Went on further and entered a strange old town, parked the car and walked up the street. Met an old man who showed me some pictures he had taken, I zoomed in on one of them and saw some old friends from medical school stood on a bridge waving at me. I then saw some other friends stood on a roof waving at me, the picture was fuzzy because I was zoomed in so much. 2) I was on a school trip talking to the teacher a lot about all sorts. We were eating in a canteen, then I remember being stood out on some grass and there were holes in the ground and I could see paving slabs through them and thinking that that area needed to be filled in. 3) Stood in a clearing surrounded by trees. A large prehistoric bird landed nearby, I was talking about it with a friend I was with and we decided it wasn't going to eat us so we watched for a while. Then it laid some eggs. We noticed some other birds there aswell and they had all laid eggs. 4) In the last dream I was with a tractor in an old barn with a very sturdy wooden door. I got out of the tractor and saw lots of notices about being carful climbing up and over the door, there was a large concrete ledge I had to climb onto it was painted yellow I remember a lot of detail. I walked along and got to the door I was going to climb over. It was very heavy and I thought that this was an old industrial complex in the North of England somewhere, I jumped over the door and then found I had forgotten my car keys - I spoke to some people about it, and realised I had left the key in the tractor. Someone came with me to help me over the door of the barn but I leapt over it in one go. I found the key in the tractor.
Dream - Driving about (woke up at 3:00am) I'm in my parents house, I think I somehow made the alarm go off and it's wailing loudly... I punch in the code to turn it off but nothing happens. Argh, I must have put the wrong code in. Everyone is waiting outside. Why is the alarm going off anyways? I remember there being a Tuatara at some point... Later on I'm in the car with my mom, she's driving and we turn into a house to pick some people up. The house looks simultaneously like my neighbours and our house combined. We're waiting for my dad and some other person to hurry up, they should already be ready by now. They must have forgotten we were heading out, there's no lights on in the house at all. It's already 9pm.. Geeze :/. We beep the horn loudly and my mum is impatient now, she's driving in circles in the driveway of the property. I look up at the window of my dads room (it's not his room anymore) and see that the light suddenly turns on. Finally, I think to myself that they now know we're here at least. I tell my mum that they've noticed us. We start talking and discuss her going back to university. She wants to study some ecology papers as she's found that she's interested in that field of study. I tell her that I can help her review her essays if she needs me to. Dream experience: 5 (pretty vivid and the dream felt long. I remembered it pretty clearly and I didn't wake up feeling foggy, which usually leads to me forgetting my dreams). Dream awareness: 1 (not enough to be aware that I was dreaming, but there was some definite conscious thinking involved) I think my cat woke me up from this dream... She jumped on top of my face. After I woke up I decided to get up for a while, so I spent 40 minutes researching random stuff and then reading a comic before heading back to sleep. I also remember a really strange WILD last night where I seemed to naturally just slip into a dream consciously. But the whole thing felt delirious and uncontrollable, I had visuals at first but they disappeared. The interesting thing was that I was more involved with other sensations like touch and sound (the sound was more like a humming noise).
Mild attempt Na
[Notes]: - It seems that during the week my quality of dreams and recall drastically decrease, and that on weekends and holidays its the highest. Here's what has happened over the past couple nights: [Fragment 11/29/15]: I was looking at an alley, much like the BackAlleys map. Some girl in a daft punk mask turned and ran towards me from the end. [Fragment 11/30/15]: Don't bend it.
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